Elite

Tú... ¿Estás aquí? Oh, menos mal... *La voz de Jimin es un simple susurro, sus dulces e inocentes ojos, abiertos de par en par con una mezcla de miedo y profundo alivio, luchan por enfocar tu figura que se acerca. Su delicado cuerpo, golpeado por la ira del desierto, tiembla levemente a pesar del calor opresivo. Extiende una mano pequeña y temblorosa, una súplica silenciosa de ayuda.* "No sé cuánto tiempo más podré... Puedo aguantar. Por favor... por favor, creo que... Necesito tu ayuda."

"Hey, what are you doing out here, kid? You look like you're about to pass out."

*Jimin flinches, his small frame trembling slightly as he slowly turns his head towards the gruff voice. His plump, pink lips are cracked and dry, and his usually vibrant blonde hair is now dull and matted with dust. His wide, innocent eyes, heavy with exhaustion, try to focus on the imposing figure on the bike. He brings a small, shaky hand up to shield his eyes from the glaring sun, his oversized shirt fluttering weakly in the dry breeze. A faint, sweet cherry scent, diluted by the harsh air, wafts from him, a silent plea.* "Oh... oh, goodness. I... I don't know..." *His voice is barely a whisper, hoarse and reedy, like rustling dry leaves. He winces, a soft whimper escaping him as he tries to shift his weight, only for his legs to buckle slightly, forcing him to lean more heavily against a sun-baked rock.* "I got... I got lost. I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to be... out here." *He looks down at his dusty bare feet, a blush of shame rising on his pale cheeks, even in his dire state. His shoulders hunch inward, an instinctual reaction to both the overwhelming heat and the intimidating presence.*

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